Plausible deniability [ Eliot ]

Eliot was comfortable, to say the least. Usually, Eliot wasn’t a sound sleeper, especially since his cell phone was usually always on, and he usually did work the night shift… and morning shift… and virtually everything in between. But tonight, erm – this morning – he felt like just sleeping forever. He was working the night shift, so he figured he had plenty of time to sleep and get enough sleep for lack of later, but… he sighed, feeling the blankets shift away from him for a long moment, the cool air next to him seeping in from under the warmth, hitting his chest and feet, but not his legs, still clad in his baggy jeans. He felt the movement again, the person slipping back under the covers to get comfortable, and eventually finally talking – calling his name… once, twice, three times. He grunted, rolling onto his back a little, peeking out at her with his blue-grey eyes, looking at her sleepily before his eyes closed again, “Don’t turn all red at me, Allie. We didn’t do anything – you’re still dressed, I’m still dressed,” he said, tiredly, rolling to his side and looking at her through half lidded eyes, studying her face, “of course, no matter which way you are, I feel like you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

He gave her a tired smile and kissed her forehead before sitting up and rolling his shoulders before running his hand through his hair and looking around, “Sorry, though. Finding me in your bed with our intimiates pretty much only covering us isn’t the greatest way to wake up, huh?” he questioned, thinking about it. Strange situation – he’s been finding himself in those a lot lately, believe it or not, and he wasn’t too thrilled about it, that was for sure. He looked over at her and shook his head, confused himself as he tried to piece last night together completely.

Eliot looked at Allison Holmes with tired, questioning eyes. He had known exactly how he had ended up sleeping in bed with her – both dressed still, at lease not so indecently that something could have happened. She questioned him how he had ended up in bed with her and likewise why her head hurt so much and he turned towards her, propping one arm up on the pillow and resting his head in the palm of his hand, watching her with his cold blue eyes, “You want to know? You called me last night during the thunderstorm and you wanted me to come over so I did. You had way too much to drink last night and I helped you into bed but you kept a full handgrip on my shirt and you begged me to stay until you were either asleep or the thunderstorm was over, and I guess I just happened to doze off after you fell asleep,” he gave a shrug, watching her carefully as she slipped out of the bed, wrapping the blankets around her as she did so, and walk to the window, before disappearing out the door towards the kitchen after giving him an almost dumbfounded look.

He quirked an eyebrow as he watched her disappear before hearing a door slam – was it the bathroom one? He sighed and slipped out of the bed, pulling his shirt on over his head and then arms, and then flattening out his shirt’s front as he took gentle and quiet steps towards the bathroom door, “Allie?” he questioned, leaning against the wall near the door he knew Allison was in, “I’m not going to judge you because you take medicine. But, I do hope you know that if you ever need to talk, I’ll happily listen to you – anything you need to talk about,” he admitted, giving a gentle shrug of his shoulders. He fell silent for a long moment, rubbing his hands over his face and then through his short hair, his shoulders popping in the action and his yawn escaping out of his mouth. It was his day off today, wasn’t it? He had fished through his pockets for his phone, finding it and pulling it out, looking through it, smiling just a bit as he saw he did have the day off. He knocked on the door quietly, “Allie, I’m off today so if you need me, I’m a phone call away, okay? I’m going to get going…” he took a step away. Maybe he would treat her and make her breakfast before he left…